Mr. Walt - P.N.C. (Partners N Crime) lyrics

[Intro: Steele] Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head Reminisce over words that was once said By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold When under pressure, don't fold To my brother, my n***a Rambo, you know we love ya I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground Smif-n-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R One love baby paw [Verse 1: Tek] Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it A hollow point slug coming out a black biscuit You inches from d**h, we round to the corner, coming quick We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a sh** Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip So fill ya oaths and get dead Mr. Buster Cause we ain't got love for none of y'all motherf**ers Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by You're too leery to live, but you not wan' die All these MCs wit your fancy names and gang I know from the heart, that it not mean a thing Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game Rest in peace to all my n***as that was murdered and slain (talking) [Verse 2: Steele] All heads realize (recognize) Smif-n-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize) I mean each and every individual Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kicking truth The heads that represent around the way Showing and proving, keeping it moving till they break day Realize what's before ya eyes Then see if you see the same real as we When I say Smif-n-Wessun, this is what I mean Nothing alive or in dreams could ever come between Original Clik, roll through the thin And when sh** got thick, we still managed to stick Doing crimes with Decepticons, up inside of the times Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized So our knees don't bend, for the enemy Tek and me, crime partners till the end (talking) [Verse 3: Steele] From the heart of where it all started Bucktown, Boot Camp representing for all the dearly departed Next, we coming to speak to the real MCs Cause the weak MCs blow in the breeze Smif-n-Wessun holds the remedy Running wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy And if he happens to be amongst we f** this, we bring him to court and serve justice [Verse 4: Tek] See me and my Clik got a thing going on True to the game and the love makes us strong For everyday trials and tribulations You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over The war is on and the stakes is getting high You k** a man dead if him sh** where him lie It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps Bumping on the beat, be on point for the sweeps Pigs, hara** that a** for the drug cash Armageddon soon come, keep the gun stashed But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress Taking gun shots through the nose, to the chest Bless the sensi, that get me eerie And all praises due to all mighty (talking) [Outro: Steele] Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head Reminisce over words that was once said By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold When under pressure, don't fold To my brother, my n***a Rambo, you know we love ya I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground Smif-n-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R One love baby paw